When the official bell for morning self-study rang, Teacher Pan stepped into the classroom on time as expected.
Little Peanut had already collected the homework, arranged them according to subject and placed them neatly on the lectern as he waited for her to inspect them.
As a teacher for so many years, Teacher Pan's eyes were like a scanner; she could look at any stack of homework placed anywhere and tell how much had been collected and how much was missing based on its thickness, even if it was just fifteen exam sheets.
Her gaze swept lightly over the homework on the lectern and she nodded with satisfaction. "Very good. I have repeatedly told the teachers in our office that the children in our class cadre are all very responsible. As your teacher, I feel very reassured in being able to give the responsibility of supervising studies over to Su Xiao! Since the start of semester, the homework collected has been complete and on time. I hope that the representative for each course can play a leading role and work hard at it."
Hearing Teacher Pan praise him, Little Peanut lowered his head and felt a little ashamed. "…"
As commissary in charge of studies, it was actually wrong to encourage students who hadn't finished their homework on time to copy it off someone else early in the morning. However, Little Peanut was deeply aware that just as there were rules one needed to follow to survive in society, so there were for school, like the fact that students who tattled to the teacher would be hated. He felt that he was trapped between a rock and a hard place, and had extremely mixed emotions in his heart.
How to remind students to finish their homework on time without ending up being hated was something he had been trying hard to figure out in his career as part of the class cadre.
It could only be said that the bricks on this broad road to society were made up of the skin on a person's face; compared with Master of Dopey and Super Chen, Little Peanut in the end still wasn't thick-skinned enough.
Even Teacher Pan couldn't have known that just a minute before she had stepped into the classroom, these two men had still been fighting ferociously on the homework-copying battlefield. But now in a one hundred and eighty degree turn, they were sitting obediently as if it had had nothing to do with them.
But sharp-eyed Teacher Pan still seemed to have noticed something as she suddenly looked strangely at Master of Dopey. "Student Hero Guo, what's wrong with your nose?"
All the people in class turned their heads, then saw two red streams of blood flowing out of his nose…
Everyone was well aware of the reason… it was obvious that this was the consequence of using the Flow of Four Pens. This skill's difficulty level was still too high, and just the slightest overuse would cause the mucous membrane in the nose to puncture, hence resulting in this situation.
Master of Dopey calmly took out a tissue to wipe at his nosebleed and looked plaintively at Teacher Pan. "Teacher, I missed a lot of homework because of the spirit sword exchange meet. This is probably due to internal injuries from several nights of revision in a row…"
Everyone: "…" Really have never seen such a shameless person before!
And the most miraculous thing was that Teacher Pan unexpectedly believed him!
"Everyone should learn from Student Hero Guo, this truly is a good comrade and a good example for our class!"
"…"
Sitting at the back, Wang Ling sighed with deep feeling in his heart that "trees would die without skin, and people without skin were without equal."
There were twelve lessons in the official textbook for the Dao talismans course and they were now already on the sixth lesson in the course. There were sixteen weeks in total in one semester; this was only the fourth week and Teacher Pan was already halfway through the lessons.
This was her personal, quick teaching style. Based on this rate of progress, she would be able to finish the whole textbook by the eighth week of semester. The rest of the time would be used to frantically review the content through copious amounts of learning exercises. Teacher Pan felt that this was the best way to consolidate the students' basic knowledge of the material.
In the past four weeks, her explanations had focused mainly on the classification of functions, basic application, basic drawing and the combined use of Dao talismans. The latter, taught in the fourth week, was one of the most difficult components of the course, since talisman runes could be broken down and assembled in a variety of ways.
According to Wang Ling's own understanding, it was a bit like factorization in mathematics.
Among these, the biggest pain in the ass were talisman application and calculation, which involved a lot of formulas, so memorization was the most important thing.
However, during the morning self-study period today, Teacher Pan unexpectedly didn't get them to work on memorizing formulas. Instead, she used this time to say two things.
"As you all know, we were very successful in the student exchange meet a few days ago. The five students we sent set a very fine example at No. 59 High School, and in the final spirit sword exchange meet, gained a hard-won victory for our No. 60 High School…"
As she said this, there were murmurs of discussion from the floor. Word of the string of glorious deeds which Wang Ling and the others had accomplished at No. 59 High School had already spread throughout No. 60 High School early on; in particular, everyone had seen the live broadcast of the final spirit sword exchange meet. It hadn't been f**king hard-won at all, and instead had been a completely one-sided match in their favor… Teacher Pan had phrased it that way simply for the sake of being modest.
"Our No. 60 High School has stood for one hundred years and has been striving hard toward becoming a key city high school. We have now finally gotten the opportunity, as this year, we have become a candidate toward becoming a key high school. Next week, Secretary Dakang of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Schools will send a working group to visit and tour our school. I hope that in the next few weeks, everyone will maintain their learning attitudes and a proper learning atmosphere as usual."
When Teacher Pan said this, most of the students in the class had already tacitly understood her meaning… obviously, there were hard times ahead. This kind of working group directly sent by the Education Department was no less powerful than the inspection division of the central government's Anti-Corruption Bureau.
"Recently, teachers in other classes have found that some students come to school to industriously copy homework…"
As Teacher Pan said this, Super Chen and Hero Guo couldn't help pulling their necks back, inexplicably feeling a little cold.
"But I believe that the students in our elite class, especially under the leadership of the class cadre, will never engage in such an unhealthy practice!"
Wang Ling: "…"
"…" Little Peanut covered his face with both hands and again lowered his head in shame.
"Then, apart from the above matters, there is another more important issue."
Teacher Pan said, "We've heard that a leader from the working group was bitten by a dog as a child, and so is extremely afraid of dogs…"
Wang Ling could guess what she was going to say next. "So, Headmaster Chen and Director Shi approached me after some discussion. In order to cooperate with the work of the school, during the period that the working group will be visiting, is there a volunteer who can take in and care for Loopy Toad for a while?"
Everyone's expressions were a little sluggish. "…"
The hell?! So they were… forbidden to keep dogs[1]?
Wang Ling could not help looking at Loopy Toad as this guy started to wag its tail excitedly from where it lay prone at the back of the classroom.
[1] The author used a wordplay on the word dog 狗 here, substituting it with the homophone 苟, which is one way online users get around censorship laws or sensitive topics which they are forbidden to discuss in China.


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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Fiery Bird's representatives wanted to try a few more times to convince Fang Zhao before giving up. Even if Fang Zhao only appeared at the All-star Match, it would still generate a lot of publicity. The amount of influence Fang Zhao had in esports circles couldn't be compared with thhe amount other athletes had.
Fiery Bird's representatives had crafted three different messages to send to Fang Zhao depending on whether Fang Zhao's dissertation defense went poorly, went well, or was borderline. They had also arranged for someone to provide them with real-time report of Fang Zhao's dissertation. With this, they could choose which message to send once Fang Zhao's dissertation defense was complete. 
They were preparing additional reasons against Fang Zhao's expected decline. Yet, they never expected…
"Fang Zhao said he would give us a reply in two hours time."
"It's great that he didn't decline straight away! This means that Fang Zhao has some desire to participate in the match, just that his time is limited. He still has graduation and academic arrangements. He's also being watched by Mo Lang all the time, so there is no knowing whether he can apply for leave."
"Should we prepare gifts for a discussion with Mo Lang?"
"Better not."
They knew that if they really went over, Old Venerable Mo would instantly complain to the relevant departments. The old master was especially firm with regards to this. Threats and promises wouldn't affect him, so it would all be up to Fang Zhao.
If Fang Zhao really couldn't take part, they could only select other guests as backups. However, these backup guests had much less influence, so they wouldn't attract as much publicity. 
At the other end, Nanfeng parked the car in the advanced student dormitory's underground garage. Fang Zhao let him leave first and took the elevator up alone.
Inside the dormitory, Curly Hair had fallen asleep from doing questions. Then, his ears shot up suddenly. As if remembering something, Curly Hair ran over to unlock the room door and looked around the room in a fluster. He rushed over to remove the "do not disturb" indicator. In his haste, Curly Hair failed to control his strength and broke the switch of the electronic indicator sign. Sparks flew out from it.
Noticing that Fang Zhao was about to open the door, Curly Hair swallowed the broken indicator sign in a moment of desperation. Then, he crouched by the door and wagged his tail as if nothing had happened.
Fang Zhao opened the door to an innocent and lovable-looking Curly Hair.
Fang Zhao didn't say anything and closed the door. He swept his gaze across the room and paused at the spot where the indicator sign used to be before walking over and turning on the learning console.
The history inside the learning console had already been cleared. Only practice questions and purchased curricula material remained within.
"Deleted rather cleanly," Fang Zhao mused.
Curly Hair wanted to wag his tail but felt that something wasn't right after wagging it twice. He stopped and looked at Fang Zhao carefully with his innocent eyes.
Fang Zhao used his personal terminal and searched for some of the news articles that Nanfeng had talked about before projecting one.
Curly Hair shrunk back when he saw the projection. His ears drooped down from fright.
Fang Zhao continued browsing through the news.
"Mystery primary school student? Mmhm?"
Curly Hair hung his head.
"Luckily, you remembered my words and didn't mention my name. Otherwise, you'd already be on the road to Muzhou for sheep herding."
Curly Hair's head drooped even lower.
"Is it very fun breaking records? You didn't even want the two million yuan reward."
Curly Hair suddenly raised his head and looked at the news articles that Fang Zhao was browsing through. He realized he hadn't heard the host's final words before he had ended the call. 
Two million! How many luxurious game consoles could he have bought?!
"There is actually still a monetary reward! Why did the host mention the learning console first?!!" Curly Hair looked shocked.
Fang Zhao cast him a glance. "Forget about the prize money."
Receiving the prize money required a bank account and an identity verification. None of this could be revealed.
Fang Zhao selected another piece of news and displayed it for Curly Hair to see, letting him know how much trouble he had caused.
Curly Hair had thought he had evaded the host's information digging, but he had actually revealed a lot. The reporters had keen perceptions and already had some guesses. For example, "the parent of [Little Curly Curls] might be a person with a sensitive identity" or "See, no one has claimed the two million. Either two million isn't much to [Little Curly Curls] or this person's identity cannot be revealed." They were all curious which case it would be!
If he did not have a sensitive identity, then perhaps he had things to hide!
Some reporters specially went to investigate good rubik's cube players amongst primary school children. There were some who used searches on voice databases trying to find a match. However, they didn't discover anything.
Fang Zhao pondered for a moment and looked through the various resources in the learning console. There were question banks from famous schools and online classrooms run by reputable teachers. However, all of these had limitations in regard to Curly Hair's transformation. After seeing that there were some children's shows on the learning console too, Fang Zhao selected two for Curly Hair to watch. Since written language was too difficult for Curly Hair to understand, perhaps using the vivid visualization of videos would be better.
Of course, it was a learning console after all. How could these shows only be for killing time? There were still questions to solve!
Thus, Curly Hair took a temporary break from reading comprehension and delved into a new question bank.
Since it still had some element of entertainment, Curly Hair could easily catch the errors in some of the exaggerated acting in order to make progress. However, the worse actors still misled Curly Hair.
Fang Zhao also added the learning console's news section to Curly Hair's everyday reading list. Curly Hair didn't read the news on his own. Previously, besides completing the daily tasks Fang Zhao assigned for him, he would be studying the various games in the learning console.
After making these arrangements for Curly Hair, Fang Zhao checked the news online before calling Mo Lang. Then, he gave Fiery Bird his reply. He was willing to participate in the All-star Match as a special guest.
Fiery Bird was delighted. They immediately dispatched someone over to discuss terms.
Fang Zhao agreed to participate in the All-star Match because he wanted to understand the situation and fish for information. Perhaps he needed to create bigger news to divert the reporters' attentions. Although the news headlines were already starting to be captured by the various "Battle of the Century" gaming gods, Fang Zhao still felt that going down for a look was worthwhile.
A Fiery Bird representative arrived at Fang Zhao's dormitory shortly and explained to Fang Zhao about his special guest participation and the competition rules.
"There are twelve modes. You can select three, and we will proceed with allocation."
Many of the special guests invited to the All-star Match weren't professional "Battle of the Century" players. The organizing side gave the guests three chances to choose game modes. If two or more guests chose the same mode at the same time, the organizers would make the arrangements. In any case, invited guests had the selection rights but not the deciding rights. In addition, Fiery Bird had also said that this was basically a competition that was mainly for commercial and entertainment purposes. Thus, even if the invited guests were allocated to modes they weren't adept in, Fiery Bird would also give them added benefits for weapons and equipment so that they wouldn't lose too badly.
Fang Zhao went over the organizer's information seriously before making his three choices.
The Fiery Bird Personnel was somewhat astonished when he saw Fang Zhao's first choice.
"Actually, there are very few invited guests that chose this mode," the Fiery Bird personnel said. "Are you sure you want this as your first choice?"
"Yes."
"Alright, any requests regarding weapons and equipment? We will do our best to fulfill them. You can also request powerful equipment."
"The basic ones will do."
"… Are you sure?"
"Yes."


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

"One of the greatest pleasures of my life has been that I
                         have never stopped learning about good cooking and good food."      
                                   - Edna Lewis

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"Hey Delilah. Don't forget about the report, okay?" 

Delilah turned around and saw Aubree waving at her as she walked towards the exit of the office. 

She nodded. "Yeah, I'll continue it tomorrow. There are still some points that I haven't highlighted yet." 

Aubree just nodded before disappearing. 

Delilah quickly packed her things after shutting down her computer. She waved goodbye to those who passed by her cubicle. 

Shortly after, she was at the office lobby, with her phone in her hand. 

Instead of heading straight home, she was planning to go straight to her language class. She had just texted her father in the family group chat, saying that she's going to her class straight away. 

Few weeks ago, she had applied for a Korean Language class. Although she had attended once, she was still nervous. Probably because she still would not be able to learn much. Learning a new language was difficult for her. 

People say that it was easy. But she had argued that it depends on one's determination and will to learn. Even though she has the determination and will, she had to admit that it wasn't that strong. Learning a new language was something she wanted to add to her skill. 

The class was a few minutes drive from her office in one of the shopping centres in the city. 

Parking her car at a designated parking lot, she got out of her car and headed straight for the shopping centre. The class was on the second floor and she used the stairs to get there, instead of a lift. She thought maybe she could get a little exercise by climbing the stairs. 

Opening the door that leads to the class, she was greeted by the admin, who was manning the front desk. The place was similar to a school, albeit a private school or 'cram school'. 

Other than Korean language, they also offer language classes for Japanese, Arabic and Chinese. 

Nodding 'hello' to the admin, Delilah walked towards her class. Since it wasn't her first time, she knew where her class was. 

Entering the room on the left, she noticed that the class was crowded this time as well. Most of the students were those who were younger or more or less the same age as her. 

There were only a couple of males in the class. She presumed that either they were interested in learning or they were 'forced' to join the class by their girlfriends or wives. 

The class hasn't started yet. But it seems like everyone has already arrived except for the songsaenim [1].

Delilah took a seat that was a couple of seats from the teacher's table. She did not want to sit in the front nor did she want to sit at the back. 

While waiting for the songsaenim, she reads her Korean notebook where the first lesson was to read hangul [2].

She sighed. Although it was interesting learning the alphabets, it seems confusing as well. Especially when some of the letters can also be used for different letters. For example, one of the letters can be used for either 'r' and 'l'. 

Just as she attempted to practice her writing, the songsaenim arrived. The songsaenim was from South Korea herself. Her name was Kim Sanghe. She looked like she was in her late thirties. She was tall with a round face and fair skin with small eyes and nose. 

She was smiling as she walked to her desk. She then greeted the class, 'Annyeonghaseyo', which literally means, 'Hello'. 

After her students had greeted her back, she immediately started her class. She first revised back on the topics that they had learned during the first class, which was learning the hangul and the basic greeting words. 

The class was a two-hours class with a fifteen minutes break in the middle. 

Although they don't actually eat during the break, rather just drink, Delilah spent her breaks, just recalling the topics that they had learned. It was not because she was a diligent student. It was just that she needed more practice. She really was weak when it comes to learning a new language. Truth be told, she was weak in her own standard language. 

After the class was over, Delilah went to pack her things and said her thank you to her songsaenim. 

Leaving the school, she realized that she was getting hungry. She really needs some brain food at that moment. 

Fortunately, on the ground floor of the shopping centre, there were many food stalls being set up. She decided to buy her dinner at one of the stalls. 

Walking around, she finally settled on a Korean food stall. 

The tteokbokki [3] looked delicious. But it looked really spicy by how red it looked. She does not have the craving to eat spicy food at that moment. Studying the menu that was placed near the stall, she was surprised to see corn cheese being sold. 

It was not because it was difficult to make but rather, not many stalls would sell this. She did not know why. 

She decided to place her order for that and also some japchae [4]. Since there wasn't any place for her to sit and eat, she ordered her food to go. 

Few minutes later, she arrived at home with her two steaming food. She immediately went into the kitchen and placed her food on the dining table. 

She then went up to her room to take a shower. 

Once done, she went back to the kitchen. She took the take-outs from the plastic bag and began to open the cover. The food was still steaming hot, much to Delilah's delight. 

Before eating the japchae, she decided to eat the corn cheese since it's more delicious to eat it when it's hot. 

Scooping the corn, the cheese was stretchy as she pulled her spoon higher. The steam still came out from the food, indicating that it was still hot. She blew on the corn and took a bite. The corn was sweet and savory, giving out a heavenly flavour. It was loaded with butter mixed in it, making the taste more palatable and rich.

She loved how the corn seems to burst into flavour as she chewed on them. 

Few minutes later, she cleaned up after herself, already done with her dinner. Cleaning the kitchen, she then went up to her room to sleep.

The next day.

Delilah was rearranging her papers into a neat pile when Aubree knocked on the wall of her cubicle. 

"Hey Delilah. Howard's here."

Delilah turned around and nodded. She picked up the papers and her mobile phone and went out of her cubicle, heading straight for one of the meeting rooms. Aubree went back to her cubicle.

Inside the meeting room, Howard was sitting alone, in front of his laptop. He was typing on his laptop, not noticing Delilah's knock.

Delilah loudly cleared her throat. "Um, Howard?"

Looking up, Howard looked surprised at first when he saw Delilah, as if he forgot that he had called for her. He then gave her a smile and gestured for her to sit.

She took a seat across him and waited patiently as he finished off what he was doing.

Soon after, Howard set his laptop aside and held out his hand. "Are those the reports that I requested?" he asked.

Delilah nodded and handed him the papers.

Howard immediately looked through the report, turning the pages numerous times.

A few minutes later, the two went into a deep discussion. Delilah mainly talked about her opinions and reasons as to why she had changed some of the words. She showed Howard the little post-its that she had stuck on the reports, summarizing the words.

The discussion took them nearly three hours. And when Howard finally stopped the meeting, the two went their separate ways. Delilah immediately went to lunch whereas Howard went straight to the other branch, since he had another meeting with another employee of the company.

In the office cafeteria, Aubree was having her lunch, sitting at the table, together with Fawkes and Shazzy.

The three of them looked up when Delilah had approached them, pulling out a chair for her to sit. 

"How was the little meeting?" Aubree asked.

Delilah shrugged as she took out her lunch box from her lunch bag. "The usual," she said nonchalantly. 

Fawkes shook his head in bemusement. "I don't know how you two could spend hours in a meeting," he said. "What do you guys even talk about?"

Delilah shrugged again. "This and that," she said. "And of course, knowing Howard, he likes to talk off-topic."

Aubree laughed. "Yeah, he does," she agreed.

"I've never been in a meeting with him before," Shazzy said softly. She was one of the newest employees in the Kang Company. She has been in the company for a few months now.

Aubree, Delilah and Fawkes turned to her and said, "Be grateful that you haven't!"

They all continued to talk while Delilah listened on as she ate. She does drop some comments in-between but that was it. It seems like she had a lot of things in her mind. Not only was she still thinking of the meeting but she was thinking of her language class.

She sighed inwardly. 'How does one improve their language skill?' she thought to herself.    

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[1] Songsaenim - Teacher in Korean (선생님) 

[2] Korean alphabets

[3] Korean rice cakes

[4] Sweet potato starch noodles

Life as an HR officer isn't easy. 

Delilah faces everyday struggles like any other office worker, but are they enough to hinder her chance to enjoy life? Thankfully, good food is always there to save the day.

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The Soul-Fire of the Underworld had nine states.
The Underworld Emperor had already mentioned the top three states: The first was "Seeking Fire"; the second "Possessing Fire"; the third "Absorbing Fire". The next was the fourth state "Lighting Fire".
The fifth state was an important level, similar to the Undefeated State of the Green Mountain Sect; it was because the Soul-Fire could be used for fighting at this level.
It was after the fifth state that the word "fire" was placed in the front.
The fifth state: "Fire Leaving".
The sixth state: "Fire Tempering".
The seventh state: "Fire Traveling".
The eighth state: "Fire Concealing".
The ninth state: "Fire Summoning".
…
…
"The Control of Soul-Fire is not within these nine states, nor is it above the nine states either. That is because it isn't the tenth state; it is a totally different Cultivation method."
The Underworld Emperor looked at Jing Jiu as he said, "After learning the first six states, you'll have to choose which path you are going to follow: the traditional Cultivation method of Soul-Fire, or the method of the Control of Soul-Fire."
"The traditional method is similar to ours," said Jing Jiu.
The Underworld Emperor said, "That's right, and it's also simpler. In comparison, the Control of Soul-Fire is much more complicated, and the practitioner has to suffer a great deal of pain and take tremendous risks. The practitioner needs to cut off a portion of the spiritual soul that has remembered the secret Cultivation method and use the "Fire Tempering" to emboss it into the Soul-Fire that has already left the body. The Soul-Fire will be left alone to cultivate and develop all by itself."
Anyone had heard of this would be able to sense the risks associated with the method and…the courage involved.
Jing Jiu suddenly thought of the Dace Devil in the Muddy River.
A vast majority of the demons that had devastated Chaotian were controlled by the Underworld; and they came up to the ground by the Huge Whirlpool or the Abyss.
The Devil Pill in the Dace Devil was imprinted with the secret method of the Bloody Demon Sect. It should be something similar to the Control of Soul-Fire, but at a much lower level.
"In the Underworld, the Control of Soul-Fire is something of a top secret; everybody is forbidden to learn it except for the Underworld emperors. It's because this Cultivation method might cause unimaginable disaster…the Soul-Fire attached to the real spiritual soul will probably develop intelligence by cultivating on its own; eventually, it will separate completely from its master soul and become a new life, the so-called 'Devil Fire'."
The Underworld Emperor glanced at Jing Jiu once before saying, "It's just like what your sword might do."
Jing Jiu listened with a great deal of concentration, his expression unchanged.
The Underworld Emperor continued, "If the method of the Control of Soul-Fire were leaked out, tens of thousands of the Devil Fires might come to life, devastating the Underworld. When that happens, our race will be wiped out."
"Has such a thing happened before?" Jing Jiu asked.
The Underworld Emperor said, "Fortunately, it has never happened before. But nobody dared give it a try; as such, the method has always been kept in the hands of the Underworld emperors."
Jing Jiu said, "Please rest assured that I will tell nobody except the successor you have appointed."
The Underworld Emperor looked at Jing Jiu quietly for a long time, waiting for his next promise. When the Underworld Emperor didn't hear Jing Jiu's next promise, he couldn't help laughing out.
"For such an important matter, you expect me to believe you simply based on your statement?!"
"What else do you require from me then?"
The Underworld Emperor sighed, "You can swear by your blood."
"The blood pledge can be broken," said Jing Jiu.
As long as the Cultivation state was high enough, one could ignore any barrier or prohibition of the spiritual soul.
The saying "solving things by the blade" actually depended on the sharpness of the blade.
After some thought, the Underworld Emperor said, "Let's begin then."
The teaching and learning started without further delay.
The Underworld Emperor started with the magic ways of the Control of Soul-Fire.
Jing Jiu listened quietly.
After having heard all the contents of the magic concerning Control of Soul-Fire, Jing Jiu closed his eyes to think over them silently in order to digest them.
Half a day later, he opened his eyes, and he had already had a comprehensive understanding of the Control of Soul-Fire.
There were two thorny issues for practicing this style of magic way.
The first issue was that it was quite hard to cut off a portion of the spiritual soul; it required learning another secret method. Even if one succeeded, the process would be extremely painful, much more than the pain caused by the burning of Soul-Fire within the body.
The second issue was that it was a grueling and long process to keep the Soul-Fire connected to master soul all the time after it left the body and developed the intelligence through cultivating by itself; it was as if a mortal walked on a steel cable of ten miles long and a few miles above the ground.
Fortunately, Jing Jiu didn't need to worry about these two issues; it was because the issues were nonexistent as far as he was concerned.
Like he commented before, he was quite lucky both in his previous and present lives.
What he was to cultivate was not the Soul-Fire, but the Sword Ghost. The two had some similarities, but still, they were different in kind.
Jing Jiu intended to borrow the ideas of the Control of Soul-Fire to create his own magic method of cultivating the Sword Ghost. As such, he had to go through many trial and errors, make adjustments based on the outcomes, and eventually find a path that was totally his own.
To succeed in borrowing the idea, Jing Jiu had to truly understand it. But many aspects of the cultivation methods of the Underworld were unfamiliar to Jing Jiu, because he had never had a chance of learning them before.
Now that the Underworld Emperor was right here by his side, Jing Jiu made use of every opportunity to ask him questions whenever Jing Jiu had something he didn't quite understand or he wasn't sure of.
Since the Underworld Emperor had already agreed to teach Jing Jiu, he didn't conceal anything from Jing Jiu and answered those questions in details.
As the question and answer sessions went on, the Underworld Emperor had gradually realized that Jing Jiu's idea might actually work, and he grew excited after the initial astonishment.
To create a new way was irresistibly intriguing for any swordsman, especially for the Underworld Emperor.
He had been locked up in the Fiend Prison for six hundred years. The most intolerable thing for him was not the loneliness, but having nothing interesting to do.
The Underworld Emperor's answers became increasingly more serious and cautious. Later on, he even started offering suggestions to Jing Jiu regarding how to deal with certain issues.
Jing Jiu found his suggestions were fairly useful, so Jing Jiu told him more of his ideas for his opinions.
The Underworld Emperor would offer more of his suggestions after hearing Jing Jiu's ideas carefully. Jing Jiu found some of his suggestions were correct, but some not so much. When Jing Jiu didn't agree with the Underworld Emperor's ideas, he would just shake his head without saying anything, and the Underworld Emperor would further analyze his own ideas. As Jing Jiu pointed out the shortcomings of his ideas, the Underworld Emperor would make some adjustments of his earlier ideas after pondering them silently for a while; and Jing Jiu would offer his own ideas after a moment of meditation…
This kind of discussion continued. As their discussion and ideas got more sophisticated, the two of them spoke less and less. They spent most of their time in deep thought.
Sometimes, Jing Jiu looked at the Underworld Emperor across from him, pondering something.
He had been cultivating alone on Green Mountain all year long. He seldom discussed the relevant issues with the colleagues of the Cultivation circle. Yet, he had discussed the Dao with the Young Zen Master on Shenmo Peak for one hundred days while sitting face to face. And he had also observed the spring silkworms together with Lian Sanyue for ten nights. He had discussions on these matters with his Big Brother in his youth, but it was his Big Brother who did most of the talking. It looked like the Underworld Emperor wasn't inferior to these three, and might be even better in some aspects.
Sometimes, the Underworld Emperor would look at Jing Jiu across from him, with a cold expression in his eyes.
This disciple of Green Mountain was still quite young, but he had such profound knowledge and wisdom already, surpassing even the Immortal Taiping back then; was this the case of a chip being from off the old block actually being better than the old block? If there were many young men like Jing Jiu in the human world, what hope would the Underworld have?
The cloud that was like a cotton sugar hovered over their heads; the drizzle fell down like the willow branches sweeping the surface of the river and splashing some water droplets into the air.
The bell in the dark cloud would ring once in a while, creating a charming bolt of lightning.
Jing Jiu and the Underworld Emperor sat under the dark cloud, remaining silent.
There seemed to be two figures in the dark cloud engaging in vehement debates.
The history of the Cultivation world would have some significant recordings as striking as these bolts of lightning.
…
…
The spring season was actually not suitable for studying and cultivating.
But a weirdo like Jing Jiu was an exception.
It is because the bright sunlight in spring makes people feel drowsy.
Sleepiness in spring was something many people couldn't resist.
State Duke Lu sat in Taichang Temple, feeling sleepy. The teacup in his hand had almost fallen down a few times.
All of a sudden, an official came in to report that the caretaker of the State Duke Manor had arrived and said that an urgent matter needed his attention at the manor.
State Duke Lu asked with his eyes still shut, "What is the freaking matter?"
That official hesitated at first, but replied eventually, "The caretaker said…the bowl was broken."
State Duke Lu opened his eyes instantly, fully awake.


I am the sword.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one dares take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one can take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, ten steps? Not possible!
I am the sword, the sword is me,
On the path towards heaven, each shall wield their own.

"Tell me what Star Moon Tower exactly is. Why do so many Ancient Gods think that I am looking for trouble for myself?" Jian Wushuang asked King of Venomous Worms.
"Well, they are right. This Star Moon Tower is a dangerous place," King of Venomous Worms said, "Star Moon Tower, as well as Ancient God Palace, was the legacy of the Ancient God Emperor. There has been a rule since a long time ago: Ancient Gods without pure blood cannot enter the Ancient God Palace, with only one exception."
"This Star Moon Tower is the exception."
"There are seven layers in it, of which the first four layers represent the Four Great Unique Skills, and the last three layers represent the Three Secret Skills. Those ancient gods without pure blood can enter the Ancient God Palace by passing the test in the Star Moon Tower. You can only get the Four Great Unique Skills after you finish the fourth layer of the tower. If you pass all seven layers, you will get both the Four Great Unique Skills and the Three Secret Skills."
Jian Wushuang smiled, "But the Star Moon Tower test is not easy to pass, right?"
"You are right. You have to get through the first four floors without stopping, after which you can survive and have a rest. Then you can get the Four Great Unique Skills. As for the last three layers at the back, it is up to you whether to go or not and how to finish it."
"As far as I know, a lot of Ancient Gods have tried to go to the tower, but only one passed through the first four layers and survived. And that person just passed the first four layers and had no guts to go to the fifth floor." King of Venomous Worms said.
"Only one person survived?" Jian Wushuang said. "Why didn't you say so before?"
"If I said it earlier, would you be so determined to say you are going?" King of Venomous Worms smiled. "Do not worry, I have confidence in you because you are different. You are an Inverse Cultivatior!"
"There has never been an Inverse Cultivator to go through the Star Moon Tower. I think you can make it! Just do your best. You will definitely impress everyone!"
King of Venomous Worms was obviously confident in Jian Wushuang.
"I hope." King of Venomous Worms shrugged.
Jian Wushuang had no choice but to have a try.
 ...
"Someone wants to enter the Star Moon Tower!"
This news caused a heated discussion among all the Ancient Gods.
The Star Moon Tower was a nightmare to them.
After all, the journey in the tower was risky and had a high mortality rate.
For 100,000 years, the Star Moon Tower had not been opened. Ancient Gods would rather give up learning than risk their lives,
Now, the Star Moon Tower had opened once again.
Ten days later, many ancient gods had decided to watch Jian Wushuang's journey.
In the large space in the city, an altar was suspended, and a dozen figures were sitting there, with two of them sitting in the center.
One of these two people was Gu Yi King.
The other person was also a seven-star Ancient God.
"They are Gu Yi King and Gu Mei."
"They have both come in-person?"
"Yes. After all, the Star Moon Tower has not been opened for more than 100,000 years. It is rare to open it once. They should be present."
There was a lot of discussion.
"So many people." Jian Wushuang said when he felt the crowd with his soul power.
At this moment, Gu Yi King in the altar waved his hands. With a rumbling sound, an old, dark tower emerged.
This dark tower quickly zoomed and rose to a high altitude.
"This is Star Moon Tower?" Jian Wushuang exclaimed.
The tower was incomparably grand and awesome.
On the altar, in addition to Gu Yi King and Go Mei, there were more than ten six-star ancient gods. At that moment, they were also talking and laughing.
"After one hundred and ten thousand years, Star Moon Tower has finally opened again."
"Yes. After all, it is so dangerous."
"I remember that 110,000 years ago, when the Star Moon Tower was open, a little guy called Gu Jiu went to the Star Moon Tower. He was not bad. But unfortunately he died on the third layer. I don't know if the little guy today can be better than Gu Jiu."
"Even if he's better, in the end, he will die."
Those six-star Ancient Gods knew well the danger of the Star Moon Tower, so they didn't think Jian Wushuang could survive. They just hoped that he could perform better and show them some fun.
"Gu Jian, let's get started!"
The low voice of Gu Yi King was like thunder, and suddenly it sounded throughout the heavens.
Suddenly, the entire space was immediately quiet.
Jian Wushuang took a deep breath, looked up at the altar, then stepped forward to the tower.
All eyes were on Jian Wushuang.


Jian Wushuang was reborn in adversity. In order to get his revenge, he began to cultivate Heavenly Creation Skill. With the help of the Heaven defying cultivation method, Jian Wushuang gradually grew into a peerless genius from an ordinary practitioner. With a sword in hand, no one is his match. Using his extraordinary Sword Principle, he killed all his opponents and eventually became number one Sword Master from time immemorial.

Will was having the time of his life in his own head at the moment. He was confident that what he was experiencing was more enjoyable than sex, granted all he had ever done was man to gland action. Nevertheless, Will kept on learning and learning and learning.

In the beginning, it was not that much fun. It was like a genius learning the alphabet again. After a while, however, true problems he could not solve appeared, and when he solved one, one would take its place, waiting to get solved when one of the minds had sufficient knowledge to solve it.

Will was not randomly learning physics. He had a theory, one he wanted to confirm, once he confirmed that he caught onto some clues that his theory could be confirmed Will's mind went into a frenzy. 4 topics caught his eye. 4 that could make his theory true!

"Dark matter, Dark Energy, The Higgs field, and Antimatter!"

Will dove into any and all knowledge on these four topics. From research papers to textbooks to online manuscripts of the discussions. Hidden within the mountains of books were countless laptops, each being manipulated by a watery hand, looking up countless topics of research on these four topics.

Unfortunately, these topics were cutting edge and were not properly understood yet. Dark Matter and Dark Energy could not even be measured because all that was seen was their effects, not what they were made off.

The Higgs Boson, which proved the existence of the Higgs Field had been proven to exist. Anti-matter could be created by a decent particle accelerator like the hydron collider. 


Will's theories all came from one idea. Could modern day earth science be bridged with his understanding of his abilities? Especially The Solitary Sword Sovereign Manual. Will managed to bridge many of the ideas from the manual with these four topics!

It was as if he had gained a decoder to help him understand the manual better, allowing him to make great strides into understanding the manual and the techniques within. 

As time went on Will started to notice his body vibrate in a strange frequency. This vibration carried on into his meridians, allowing his cultivation to soar within seconds. This speed of cultivation was not unfamiliar to, it was similar to when one made a major level up, except the strange vibration would not be there in leveling.

'Could this be enlightenment? That which can only occur and not be sought after?'

Will quickly calmed down his excitement. How many times had he read novels of something similar happening to the many protagonists in those books? Will had to quickly calm himself from having a nerdgasm. He had no idea if what he was having was true enlightenment or something else. Either way, it was beneficial, and it started while he was calm and cultivating his mind. So Will decided to keep doing what he was doing. That was the best way he felt he could take advantage of this strange phenomenon.

Will also realized that this strange thought made his thought process much more efficient. If he was a river, then many an obstruction had been removed, his water could now flow freely and go where it wanted.

Will read, watched, and replayed the techniques of the manual in his mind as he got deep into these four topics. It was a wonderful sensation. Will could also feel the changes in his dantian. He saw the change it went through, but he allowed it to go ahead and proceed freely.

As time went on, the beach within his dantian became more tangible. There were caves, big rocks, palm trees, and a small hilly grassland that went on for as far as the eye could see.

Will sunk himself into this sensation and his cultivation, both physical and mental. Unfortunately, all rivers flow to their ends. The vibration came to like how it came. Like a ghost in the night. Will could still continue his mental cultivation, but he had now reached a wall, one he couldn't pass for a long time. Not to mention he know what was waiting for him outside. Will sighed and opened his eyes. Alexa and co stood with their arms crossed. The morning sunlight managed to somehow creep in between the towers of books and papers.

Will stood up and patted himself, "Hey guys, thanks for waiting."

Alexa replied, "No problem, I had no doubt you are a prudent man, although this," Alexa looked around the penthouse, "Does strike me as a little odd Solitary."

Will shrugged and got his sword into its scabbard of ice, "I don't mind being weird, at least it makes me different. Unique if you will."

Alexa's mind was racing, just what purpose did Solitary have for placing all these books in here? Not to mention the other filled rooms. 

'Does Solitary have some way of reading books in that manner? A sensory skill?' 

She wanted to have a serious discussion with Taiga about this but now was not the time. They had work to do. Nothing was more important than work to her.

"Solitary, have you made your decisions?" questioned Alexa. Will grinned, "Of course, girls and boys, its time to go for some hunting, who's with me?"

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One day, every human on earth was given a class and gained abilities. People gained levels and stats; like strength and agility. 

Will Chamberlain; a 16-year-old, was given the class Water Meister. He had the ability to freely control water. An ability that had more than meets the eye. At the same time, mysterious structures called dungeons showed up all around the world. Demons escaped from them and attacked mankind. Those who conquered these dungeons were rewarded with power beyond their wildest dreams. This was not easy as they were filled with many dangers. Will decided to enter a dungeon.

His power...water

His weapon...a katana

His true aim...immortality

His key....walking the martial path

His destiny.... to conquer the Dao of the sword!

Join Will as he fights to build his own empire, in a world plagued with demons, dungeons, and many more mysterious forces. 

"I am not controlled by the system, it shall be controlled by me. I will be a Sovereign!"

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WARNING : Not for the faint of heart. This is post-apocalyptic. Assume that horrible things will happen from the get go and you will have a lovely time.  If you read this thinking its wish fulfilment you will not enjoy it. People die, nasty stuff happens, things get real. Enjoy!

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"Dear, maybe we should just start his education a bit sooner. It is better than him trying to learn it alone without our counseling. He seems to be determined to learn magic one way or another." Helen tried to compromise between his son and husband.

   "I know, but, can he really handle it? He's just 5 years old. There is a good reason for most witch and wizards to not get their kids a wand before the age of eleven. It is not because they can't, but they don't because a kid isn't reliable to handle magic." Joseph was just afraid of rushing things, he didn't want his son to hurt himself trying to learn magic this early.

   "You are right. But as you know he is more mature than most kids his age. I'm not telling we should start teaching him magic immediately. Maybe we can start with the subjects that are related to magic, but doesn't really require for him to cast spells." Helen didn't want to entirely cut off Dean's interest in magic.

   "You mean?" he wanted to hear more about his wife's idea.

   "I mean subjects like astronomy, herbology, and history of magic. He will need to learn these eventually and he will have an easier time in Hogwarts. They don't require for him to cast any spells. We can set a condition where he needs to learn these before he could start learning spellcasting. Isn't it better to direct his passion like this, providing a goal for him to achieve?" She suggested what's been in her mind.

   Joseph just stared at his wife. "You are amazing. You are a much better parent than I am. I can't get my head around this kind of ideas at all." He adored his wife. She was a smart and elegant woman, perfect loving wife and a caring mother. He always felt lucky to have her.

   "You are wrong. You are really doing a good job of being a father. I know you are just thinking the best for our son." Helen gave him a hug before the sweet kiss.

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   Dean was currently sitting in front of his father, expecting to be reprimanded for his earlier actions.

   "Starting from today, you will be studying with me and your mother. These are the books you will need." Joseph pointed to a pile of books. "You will have two hours daily study in weekdays, with me or your mother. Other than that you can study yourself too, but it can't take all your day. You are still a kid, you can't bury yourself in books all day long."

   Dean's eyes shined. "You mean I can start learning magic, really?" He didn't expect his father to change his mind so quickly. He couldn't sit still and wanted to know what those books were about and what spells he could learn from them.

   "You are right, you will be 'learning', definitely." He almost laughed at his son looking so excited. "You will be learning these three subjects: Astronomy, herbology, and history of magic. These three are included in the seven core subjects you would normally learn in Hogwarts for the first 5 years. But, since you are so eager to start your education about magic, we will help you learn them. Also, you can forget about casting spells before you finish all the 5-years syllabus for them. Any questions?" Joseph tried to look serious to leave the impression that there will be no further changes to his decision.

   'Astronomy, herbology, and history of magic don't sound like I will get to practice magic. Sigh, whatever. It seems like I would have studied them in Hogwarts anyway. I should just try to learn them as fast as possible, then he will not have any more excuses to not teach me some spells.' "Okay. But can't I even learn one simple magic that I can practice with?"

   As Joseph was just about to refuse him, he remembered something. "Okay, I will teach you Occlumency. It just so happens our family has some mastery in it. That would be really good practice for you."

    "Occlumency? What is that, father? How can I practice it?" He didn't wanna have his hopes up, but couldn't help but be excited.

   "You can learn it through meditation." Joseph saw that Dean was about to object and added "Before you complain, that is just the first step. Occlumency is the act of putting up magical barriers around your mind, so you can shield your mind and thoughts from someone that uses Legilimency to penetrate your mind. If they are successful, they can get access to your memories and thoughts, you wouldn't really want that. In our family, we practice Occlumency in three stages. You will know the next step when you can maintain the meditation while I attack your mind."

   After this discussion was over, Dean started his boring days of studying astronomy, herbology and the history of magic.

Its life was nothing but misery. Since it's birth, it was forced to obey that wizard called Salazar. It didn't have any freedom or will to do as it wished. Not only him, but, it also had to obey his successors as well. Until the successor arrives, it was put to deep sleep.

   Once it was awakened from its sleep, it met the boy named Tom. Even though it had to obey his command to harm the people he targeted, those were the only times it was freed from its cage. Freedom didn't last long and it was again forced into its cage until it could be freed again.

   When it was awakened once more, it was delighted with the taste of freedom, until that old bastard came and ruined it all. 

   Dumbledore found the secret chamber and forced it to obey him as well. It was confused as to how someone that he didn't recognize as a successor could command it. Because it was sure that old guy wasn't the successor it had to obey, not at all. After that, it was forced to play along with the stage that old bastard prepared. It first lost its sight because of that old man's bird than killed by a little boy. If not forced to hold back, how could such a weakling be able to kill him? 

After it's death, the Basilisk was reborn as a human baby. Free from the chains that have been forced on it, it decided to rise to power so never again in its life it will be forced to obey others.

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In the Harry Potter series, the basilisk is supposed to be a female. But in this story, it is a male. Not that it has any importance to the story.

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I don't own the Harry Potter or the cover picture. It is just a fan-fiction.

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These days the competitive nature of the brothers was evident. Everything, no matter how big or small, was turned into a competition. It was rather exhausting being caught between the two. Though she couldn't complain because bother we're incredibly talented and attractive. One was cold and aloof, while the other was gentle and caring. Sera couldn't believe she was comparing them like she were on a dating game and not learning life skills through these men.

Lately she had been spending a decent amount of time with Jack and she was starting to develop a crush on him. He was really her ideal man because of how patient and caring he was. Lucien, on the other hand, had a temper and patience was not his forte. Consequently, she avoided Lucien at all costs and ended up sick most days she was to learn from him. Jack noticed and took the opportunity to teach her the lessons she missed. Sera liked Lucien outside of the learning zone, but inside the zone he was a monster. 

Today was a rest day and she was taking full advantage of the much needed break. One of the benefits of her bedroom was it had a private, screened-in balcony. Joint in hand and music playing, she was enjoying her balcony when she heard a noise from below. "Pssst. Are you smoking up there?" She knew the voice that questioned her and her heart skipped a beat. It was Lucien. Before she could answer he popped onto her balcony and through the screen.  The smirk on his face said so much like "I want some and I'll fight you for it," so Sera was more than a little shocked. "H-how did you get in here?" She incredulously asked. Lucien's smirk became more malicious as he said, "it's a simple spell, but you would know if you had come to more classes."  

More shock came to Sera's face when he uttered those words. 'Come to more classes' did he know she was avoiding him? Looking at him he didn't seem to know, yet her gut said he knew a lot more than he played. "So, you know I've been faking it?" Sera sighed. Lucien raised a brow and said, "Yes, I knew, but what I don't know is why." He paused leaving an opportunity for Sera to confess, but all she did want make her lips form a tight line. Obviously Sera was unhappy and Lucien wasn't sure how to fix it, so he tried to changes the subject. "So are you going to share that with me?" He pointed to the joint in her hand. 

"Oh this?" She showed it to him, but didn't act like she was in the sharing mood. To his satisfaction though she nonchalantly handed it to him and said, "I didn't know you would do this. If I would have known sooner we can ups have hung out more." Please he took a few puffs off of it and handed it back, "most witches do it as it helps clear the mind in a different way. It allows you to be more at one with yourself and nature."  She never would have expected Lucien to be so down to earth and now she saw him in a different way. 'Maybe his dad was super strict and that's why he seems to have a stick up his ass' she thought. Right as she thought that Lucien choked and was coughing up a storm. 

When he settled down he looked like he had a question, "Do I seem overbearing to you?" He already knew the answer, but he wanted her to admit it. Right when she was about to open her mouth Jack spoke from behind them. "Of course she does. You are stricter than father ever was." Her mouth immediately dropped and am appalled sound came from her throat. She agreed with Jack, but she couldn't believe that her instincts were right. "Did he hit you guys if you did something wrong? Like with a red paddle that had holes?" She asked cause a vision came into her head of two young boys crying at the sight of a paddle that looked similar to Swiss cheese. Both men looked at each other then they nodded in unison. 

"We both use to get whopped a lot. Especially Lucien since he has always had a trouble making side." Jack was shocked and laughed nervously. Lucien had a look of complete disgust at their discussion. "Actually, I just wasn't as good at hiding my trouble unlike Jack-be-nimble here, so I was always getting caught I can't believe you knew about it." He expanded on the story.

Seraphina is a girl that thinks she knows her family, but she is in for a rude awakening. One day she meets an attractive stranger, but that's where her life gets turned upside down. She learns things about herself and the people around her during her journey to becoming a stronger person.

As the post was posted by Jiang Ruoyin's username as a student union member, it took the entire school by storm. Many people wondered if there were many people in the student union unhappy with Wen Xinya, thus causing such an action.
The ordinary students merrily upvoted, Chu Jingnan's fans and supporters participated, some students who couldn't stand the thought of Wen Xinya getting into the school through the back door seconded the move, as well as some students who were upset at Wen Xinya for disrupting the learning atmosphere at the institute, and all sorts of people who wanted to get into the action also responded.
In the short span of half a day's time, the post in the discussion forums had garnered almost a thousand upvotes!
The entire Lan Feng Institute only had over two thousand students, and almost a third of them had upvoted, already making it the most significant upvote event in the discussion forums of Lan Feng in the recent years.
However, all this was seemingly totally unrelated to Wen Xinya, who took her school bag and was leaving the school gate after school.
Upon seeing Wen Xinya, a few girls hooted at Wen Xinya in anger. "Get the hell out of Lan Feng Institute. You got into Lan Feng Institute through the back door, have no capabilities at all, and still have the face to stay in Lan Feng!"
Another girl stared angrily at Wen Xinya and added, "Bet you haven't seen the school's discussion forums—there's an upvoting to get the institute to drive you out of Lan Feng! To think you have the face to continue staying in school—what an absolute disgrace, bringing humiliation onto yourself!" 
"Shameless thing—don't you think you're so great, looking down on ordinary students and even humiliate the president of the student union? What are you still doing in Lan Feng Institute, get the hell out of Lan Feng Institute!"
"Yup… Get out of Lan Feng!"
"Get out of Lan Feng!"
…
At the school gate, the students' emotions were triggered as they roared at Wen Xinya.
Wen Xinya took it in her stride and continued walking towards the school gate, as if their scolding was not on the same level as her.
"A thug on the streets who'd led a wandering life for fifteen years can actually also enter Lan Feng. Indeed, a spoonful of tar spoils a barrel of honey. B*tch… Get out of Lan Feng!" A guy flung the bottled drink in his hand angrily towards Wen Xinya. 
Wen Xinya caught the bottle, her cold glare turning into tangible harshness, suddenly shooting towards that guy. "A man who lays his finger on women isn't even fit enough to be a jerk." Saying which, Wen Xinya casually threw the bottle aside, landing it directly onto the guy's face.
Upon seeing Wen Xinya out of the school gate, the chauffeur, Tao, got down, opened the car door for her, and saw a group of guys and girls roaring on her heels. He furrowed his brows and asked, "Miss, what's happening?"
The chauffeur, Tao, was very fond of this courteous and humble Miss. As he had a dull character, although he had great driving skills, Old Master and Second Madam didn't like him. Due to his character, he couldn't find other jobs. On the account of his father, Old Master had arranged for him to be a security guard at the company. 
Old Master then got him to be Miss' chauffeur. He was overjoyed yet worried that Miss would mind his dull character. However, he didn't expect Miss to not only not frown upon looking at him, she instead was very courteous towards him.
Wen Xinya got into the car and said plainly, "No worries, it's nothing much—don't tell Grandpa."
Although Tao was slightly worried, he didn't say much, only getting in and started the car.
Back at the Wen Family, Grandpa and Grandma were seated in the living room and having a conversation. Upon seeing her enter the house, Grandpa waved at her. "Xinya, come over here. I have something to ask you!"
Wen Xinya passed her school bag to Mother Wang and sat down beside Grandpa. "Grandpa, what's the matter?"
She had originally planned to go to the Mo Family after school to practice chess, calligraphy, and music. At 10:30 P.M., the chauffeur, Tao, would go over and bring her back to the Wen Family. She had come back at this time just to take some stuff.
Old Mr. Wen frowned and said, "I heard that in school, you didn't handle your relationships with your fellow schoolmates well, and students in the institute are upvoting in the discussion forums to drive you out of Lan Feng Institute—what's happening?"
Wen Xinya instinctively looked towards Old Madam Wen.
Old Madam Wen, made guilty by the look of her clear and soul-piercing eyes, stared at her uncontrollably and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"
It wasn't me who told your Grandpa about this! These words got stuck at her throat, unable to get out in front of the Old Man.
Wen Xinya looked at Old Madam Wen, hurt, and said, "Grandma, I merely thought that the emerald necklace that you have on today suits you very well, and couldn't help but steal a couple more looks!"
The student union had the responsibility to assist the institute in managing the students. Thus, without going through the student union, the institute wouldn't come forward, and all the more wouldn't reach Grandpa. The fact that Grandpa knew obviously meant that Xia Ruya had leaked some news in front of Grandma, and Grandma, feeling that she was a disgrace, told on her in front of Grandpa.
Old Mr. Wen looked at Old Madam Wen. Previously, when she was telling on Xinya in front of him, didn't she listed everything confidently? How come now that Xinya was seated before them, she became so weak?
Old Madam Wen felt a tinge of guilt and instinctively touched the emerald necklace on her neck.
Only then did Wen Xinya look at Grandpa and said, "Grandpa, it's not a big deal. It's just because everyone was upset that I got into Lan Feng Institute through the back door, and, coupled with someone's intentional stirring, the crowd became sensationalized. I can handle it myself."
Old Mr. Wen had more or less interacted with her for quite some time and knew that this granddaughter actually had great ideas. Furthermore, regarding matters between students, it was indeed inappropriate for him to step in. Thus, he nodded and said, "Since you've already made the decision, I won't interfere further. However, you can't just allow them to go on like this as it'll, after all, affect your reputation."
"Got it, Grandpa!" Wen Xinya said thankfully.
However, Old Madam Wen was not too happy—she stared at Wen Xinya in a headstrong manner. "Old Man, how can this do—Xinya has caused such a great disturbance in school, causing the entire circle to take the Wen Family as a laughing stock. Since when did us, the Wen Family, become such a disgrace."
Old Mr. Wen frowned—this old wife was getting more and more unreliable.
Seeing the Old Man's quiet attitude, Old Madam Wen increasingly felt that she was reasonable, stared at Wen Xinya and said, "Since your return to the Wen Family, you've caused many storms to the Wen Family, causing us not one day of peace. Now that you've stirred up such a storm in school, causing up to a thousand students upvoting the institute to expel you, and you're still saying it's not a big deal. You're such a disgrace to the Wen Family."
Wen Xinya hung her head in silence. Old Madam Wen was fond of Xia Ruya on one hand, pampered Wen Haowen on the other, and with Ning Shuqian sandwiched in the middle, it would be weird for her to like Wen Xinya. Thus, silence was the best outcome. 
Seeing that she hung her head in silence, Old Madam Wen felt that she was guilty, and became even more worked up. "From what I see, you're simply a jinx, a troubled spirit—previously, we shouldn't have brought you back."
Bam! Old Mr. Wen's palm slammed on the tea table ruthlessly as he stared at Old Madam Wen in fury. "Shut up!"
Old Madam Wen instantly kept as quiet as a cicada in winter, yet staring viciously at Wen Xinya.
Old Mr. Wen sneered. "Your words are getting out of hand!"
Old Madam Wen opened her mouth wishing to speak, yet was stopped by Old Mr. Wen's cold glare.


Originally born from a wealthy family, she ends up leading a vagrant life for fifteen years. However, when she is eventually found by her family, she falls into another devious plot and eventually dies tragically. 

Fifteen years after her rebirth, ravenously raging for revenge, she tears down the hypocritical mask of the foster daughter who had taken her place, and reduces her greedy stepmother and stepsister back to their original sorry states. 

To the jerk's profession of his deep love for her, she only has one thing to say, "Get the hell out of my life. The love you speak of humiliates love!" 

Regardless of the appearances of you monsters, I’ll take in it my stride with my capability, building a business dynasty of my own, sitting in the depths of my riches, bathing in the glistening limelight of the world. 

A certain rich empire's CEO: "Don't mind me. I'm just leaving my mark here to declaring my possession rights; I’ll wait patiently for you to grow up!" The queen's mighty return with commercial warfare fully within her grasp, she navigates the power struggles with skill and verve. When it comes to scheming conspiracies, all she has to say is, "Who are you again? Don’t even bother!"

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